I talk to God but the sky is empty.
“‘Dost that hear my horse’s feet, as he canters away?
Property! Property! Property! that’s what they seem to say!’
Do you hear my Rolls Royce purr, as it glides away?
—I lick the cream off property! that’s what it seems to say!”
D. H. Lawrence | “Lord Tennyson and Lord Melchett”